What would have been my second anniversary has just past, thankfully. I decided to take the day off from work since I knew I wouldn't be able to concentrate and spent the most amazing day by myself — at the spa! I treated myself to a full body scrub, followed by a facial, and finished it off with a massage.

It was wonderful. My phone was locked away in the lounge and I was out of touch for hours. I wasn't sad like I thought I'd be and I wasn't depressed like other people thought I'd be.

After my day of pampering, I went for dinner with a close childhood friend who was in town for the weekend. We reminisced and told stories and laughed. We talked about how our lives didn't turn out the way we'd thought they would and we agreed that it didn't matter because we were both happy and healthy!

Although it hasn't been a full year yet since my separation or divorce, it was the last real "first" I had to make it through. I've done holidays alone. I've done babies and weddings and birthdays alone — and now I've made it through my first anniversary without Steve.

I thought it would be more painful than it was. I guess I know in my heart that I needed to let go. I had a few weeks where I finally accepted that I was angry and now it's time to let it go. I have the rest of my life to experience "firsts" that will be of wonderful things, not things that remind me of Steve or how my life was with him.

I will have plenty of "firsts" and the memories that go along with them that will last a lifetime. And those will be even more meaningful.